Dean Winchester: Driver picks the music. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.
The Post-Modern Prometheus - S5-E5
[After spilling coffee on his lap.]
Mulder: Great, now my crotch will be up all night.
Klaus Mikaelson: You rant and rave about the monster I have become, but you, mother, you are the author of everything I am.
Angelique: Let me give you one word of advice, Dr. Hoffman. The pursuit of Barnabas Collins can lead to nothing but misery. He is a cold, harsh, unresponsive man."
Dr. Julia Hoffman: Who made him that way?
Rick Grimes: This is how we survive. We tell ourselves that we are the walking dead.
Damon Salvatore: I DO believe in killing the messenger. Why? Because it sends a message.
Multiple characters: Mouth breather.
Grandmama Addams: Fester, You're not cheating.
Uncle Fester: Sorry.
[A bomb in Wadsworth's room is seconds from going off, causing the Chancellor to panic].
Chancellor: Please, please let me out. In the name of God, let me out. Let me out! Let me out!
Wadsworth: Yes, Chancellor. In the name of God, I will let you out.
Coach Toomey: Actually, Burdett never made the team.
Carl Kolchak: No?
Coach Toomey: You see, his butterfly stroke was like an effeminate moth.
Courage: There's something fishy goin' on here, or my name is Stinky Looloo, and thank goodness it's not.
Norma Louise Bates: Why do crazy people keep gravitating towards me?
Dr. Paul Wayne: So what difference does it make, whether it's 20 minutes or 20 years, since neither amounts to the faintest echo of the tiniest whisper in the thunder of time.
Agent Devlin: Everybody's got a theory on the increasing violence in our society.
Agent Emmerich: My wife thinks it's the artificial hormones in beef.
Agent Devlin: What's your take?
Frank Black: I don't think it's the beef.
Alan Decker: It's okay. I'm used to the callous attitude mortals have towards vampires. I'm used to wandering the earth - reviled, hunted, hated. That's why I became a lawyer.
Phillip Broyles: Someone out there is experimenting, only the whole world is their lab.
Hannah: Hey, Alex. What's the matter? I told you I don't bite.
Father Marcus Keane: The power of Christ compels you.
The Crone: Do I look compelled, man of God?
Chanel Oberlin: What fresh hell is this?